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He was a mean individual, |
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He had a heart like a bone, |
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He was a naturally crazy man, |
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And better off left alone, |
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He stopped one nite, at a traffic lite, |
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And when that lite turned green, |
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He was a mean individual, stranded in a limousine. |
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Hey, hey, hey,hey, |
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All the children on the street, |
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Come running out their front doors, |
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Running out their back doors, |
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Flying on their feet, |
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They said mama oh, papa oh, |
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See what i have seen, |
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Theres a mean individual, |
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Stranded in a limousine. |
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Then everybody come running, |
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Everybody said, lordy lord, |
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Everybody was gunning, |
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Gonna divvy up the re-ward, |
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Then wah wah wah wah wah wah wah, |
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A siren, |
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A flashing lite, |
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But the mean individual, had vanished in the black of nite. |
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Hey hey hey |
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They wondered where to begin, |
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Cos he left that neighborhood, |
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Just like a rattlesnake, sheds its skin, |
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Then they searched the roofs, and checked out the groups, |
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And they photographed the scene, |
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Of the mean individual, |
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Stranded in a limousine. |